FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

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Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

biochemical equation

I feel like my heart’s playing to the tune of a slow beat and my brain is just so, so, so hungry but can’t feed on any knowledge other than what it’s already previously fed on, digested, re-thought and built itself, it’s morals, and it’s concept of reality with.

Starvation is an art form in it’s own… But so is the the satisfaction of hunger.

The latter just happens to be easier for a simple mind and a half-hearted heart.

And, please don’t ever let your heart settle for anything less. You’re one of those few people out there who “gets it”. Unfortunately usually when you realize what you “get” is the fact that you have no tangible understanding of “it”, but the capacity to feel it is the most beautiful thing in the world in itself.

“I hope to god I figure out what is wrong”

I hope that for myself, I find something to believe in that allows me to never forcibly believe in something I know is nothing more than a lie through my teeth and the world around me.

The second most people find hope is the second they’ve given up on it.

Most people never love or allow themselves to be loved. Most people will never do something without the expectancy of receiving something for their actions. Most people will never think past the point of retaining and re-using information… never manipulating or re-evaluating.

I want to burn down the churches and burn down the schools. I want to burn down the offices and burn down the halls. I want to burn down the factories and burn down the conveniently located commercial outlets; vendors of heartless, lifeless goods that evoke a false sense of emotion through consumption and the exchange of dollar bills and shiny metal coins. I want to love and be loved. I want to feel and smile and hurt and cry. I want to burn down humanity and sweat and kiss and look just one person in the eye and feel them, and appreciate them, and connect with them and fuck the apocalypse away.

Everything that’s right is wrong, and up is down, and forward is backward, and love is tension, and hate is passion.

The whole race has been on a race to the finish and there’s no end in sight.

I want a reason to wake up in the morning. I want a reason to stay up all night.